P20. Man, it’s been ages since I’ve had a girl, and the urge to fuck is so damn intense I could climb the damn walls. One night, I was dragging my ass home late from work when I spotted a stunning chick near the subway, lugging a suitcase. I could hear her sniffling, sounding like she was on the verge of breaking down. Figured I’d play the hero and see if she needed a hand. She introduced herself as Alina, spilling her guts about how her bastard boyfriend kicked her out with nowhere to crash. No cash for a hotel, and too ashamed to call family at that hour. So, I offered her a spot at my place, secretly hoping she’d repay the favor with a sloppy blowjob or a wild ride.
Once we got to my pad, I suggested a drink to loosen her up—poured some booze to ease the tension. After a few shots, the alcohol hit hard, and I was burning with raw, feral desire for her. After downing about 100 grams of cognac, Alina could barely stand, wobbling like a damn newborn deer. She mumbled for help getting undressed, and fuck, I got so carried away I didn’t even realize I’d stripped her bare. There she was, lying still as a corpse, while I, hornier than a beast, couldn’t keep my hands off her tits.
Seeing my chance, I climbed on top of her, rubbing my cock against her pussy, the heat driving me fucking insane. I was dying to shove it in her mouth—especially with that huge mirror nearby. I’m a sick bastard who gets off on watching every filthy detail. So, I slid my dick between her lips, gripping her head and moving it back and forth… pure, twisted ecstasy. But then, I glanced in the mirror, and holy shit, a wave of icy dread washed over me. My hard-on vanished in a split second because of what I saw staring back… to be continued.
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